I actually surprised myself by saying yes to this one. Would I do a story about having Sterotactic Radiosuregry to my brain for Sanford Health?
I'm sure I sucked in my breath, slowly released it, and heard my somewhat distant voice say, "sure, I'd be honored to share that story."
My heart was racing as I emailed my consent to be contacted by someone in the Marketing Department of Sanford Health.
I'm about to reopen that chapter of my story, soon. Maybe thats why my stomach lurches a bit as I think about it.
The quarterly brain MRI is scheduled, as is my visit with Dr. Foster two days later. It'll be a year ago June, I had my last treatment. The one in which I put on the white goalie type mask, have my head screwed to the table and have high doses of targeted radiation shot into the cancerous spots in my brain. Its the second time I've done it, and lived to tell about it. Its pure gift to me, a miracle of sorts- that I've done twice, and yet I can never fully wrap my "brain" around.
Its a story that could help others realize that if I can get through it, they can too. That even though you're afraid, you saddle up and ride anyway. Because what you stand to lose if you choose otherwise, is too unbearable too muster when you stare into the eyes of your children. Maybe, I could say the right things to help put someone else at ease?
They were starting by sending out their photographer to shoot photos of me at my desk, blogging.
So I worked all weekend. I cleaned, sorted, and organized. I re-visited, re-read and re-lived the story through my blog. I found myself biting my lip, clenching my toes, and shivering at times. I was relieved to put it down and move on again.
I got up shortly after 5 Tuesday morning, putting the finishing touches together. I wanted all of the things that speak to me, to be surrounding me.
The photographer was such a kind man. It was fun to see him create vignettes, that I felt, truly were about who I was. They felt natural, and not very far from what you might see me doing on a daily basis- they just weren't of me blogging. He took a few of me at my desk, and then we moved to my couch. And then to my kitchen… and well… when Sanford says… I'm sure I'll be able to share in some way.
They photos truly are me, and some of my favorites are the ones with me in the kitchen. They just weren't what I was expecting. What I anticipated. What I thought would happen.
It was the next day I got the phone call from the woman interviewing me.
I'd certainly say it went well. She started by telling me she had talked with both Dr. Foster, and Dr. Panwalkar, and she'd read parts of my blog.
It wasn't until after she started to conclude our conversation, that I realized, we hadn't talked about radiation. Not once.
Again, not what I was anticipating. Not what I was expecting.
I suppose it could leave me frustrated, or sad.
But mostly, it makes me curious. It makes me wonder. It's made me think, that not always getting what we expected, might be a beautiful thing at times.
I've surrendered to cancer so many times. And now in my quest to "become" something else, in addition to a woman with cancer, could it be that surrendering to life itself, is key? That somehow, surrendering to the moments that don't match our expectations, might yield even better outcomes than we could have conjured ourselves?
Become, has been a bigger word than I anticipated for this year and I have much to wonder and ponder.
So this weekend- I am running away- from pondering my word too much- with a little help from my friends.
Its a girlfriends weekend. The expectations are really simple- I have none. I just know- it'll be good. Really, really good.
Have a good weekend friends- really, really good!